He strokes my shoulder blades. “I trust you.”
Does he?
He presses his lips against my hair in a soft kiss. “I’m not sure handcuffs are my thing.”
“How will you know unless you try?” I walk my fingers up his chest. “You didn’t know you liked kissing a guy until you tried.”
“True. But I thought I might.”
“And you might like handcuffs. Did you know you’d like fucking a guy?”
He chuckles. “No.”
“I could go on, but the list is getting quite long.”
Without crossing into light kinky stuff like handcuffs, the only thing he hasn’t tried is bottoming. Oh, and rimming, but I’m not into doing that, so I can’t expect him to be.
“I suppose it is.” He squeezes me to him. “Thanks to you.”
“Nah, it’s because you’ve wanted to try stuff. I’m just the facilitator. Soon you’ll be able to go out into the wild and put your new-found sex-god skills to the test.” Why did I say that? Why would I put that thought into his head? I can’t keep him if he doesn’t want to be kept. Or maybe I want to prove to myself that Aria is wrong.
He stares at me. “Out into the wild?”
“Yeah. You know, a club, a gay bar, a hook-up app, a dating app.” I can’t stop talking. “However, you want to meet the man or woman of your dreams.” Each word stings, but I keep a smile fixed on my face. I cup his cheek. “You will be the most amazing boyfriend.”
“Kian.” He strokes another strand of hair away from my eyes.
“There’s no need to thank me,” I barrel on. “Can I add your name to my résumé? I’m thinking of starting a side business in sex-god training.”
Jett keeps staring at me. What’s going on in his head? I’m afraid to ask. That’s been my policy from the start. Smile, and let him know I’ll listen if he wants to open up to me. But he never does. I know he’s keeping things from me, and that’s fine. He doesn’t have to tell me everything. He doesn’t owe me anything. But at the same time, I know he’s hurting, and I want to help him. Jett keeping things bottled up is more proof that this is nothing to him but experimental fun. It’s okay. I signed up for this. I don’t mind.
“You don’t think it’s a good idea?” I ask.
He blinks as though waking from a dream. “I think you’re crazy.”
“Yeah, but it’s one of the things you like about me, isn’t it?”
“One of many.” His smile reaches his eyes.
I can’t breathe. I’ve never noticed how long and thick his lashes are before. They frame his dark eyes beautifully.
“What?” Jett asks.
“I was just thinking about how gorgeous you are.”
“I thought I was meant to tell you how amazing you are?”
“A little mutual appreciation never hurt anyone. I’ll start. You have gorgeous biceps.” I squeeze his arm.
“That’s—” Jett shakes his head.
I poke his shoulder. “Your turn.”
“You’re a great teacher.”
“You say that every time I come over.”
“That’s because it’s true. Your turn.”
